A truth it is that man's joy is incomplete, <br />But passion is everything, this I do posit. <br />I find mine in the depth of your eyes, <br />The thick of your deep spasmodic sighs; <br />My greed and my desire, <br />To meld with you as with fire <br />Makes me explore every inch of your covering <br />To find what really makes your being <br />I shall be patient as should death, <br />Till our unity is permanent on this hearth. <br />I despise these bodies that separate us <br />I swear to find an opening to make one of us <br />In shivering, in vibrations to make one, <br />For minutes of eternity at least we are one.<br /><br />Oke Christopher<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-158/
